What does this mean?

Briar enjoyed the eye roll and the smirk she got from Asla in response. She expected nothing less from her sister. As she was beaconed into the den, the antlered girl moved further into the space and settled near Asla, still genuinely surprised by the state she was in. She started combing her memories, trying to figure out who the father could be. She knew Naiche had lived here so was it him? But he also wasn't here and she hadn't noticed his scent on her way in either. In fact, there was some stranger's scent that she didn't recognize - a woman. Ah well, she certainly wasn't going to go poking around in Asla's personal life without invitation to do so. The last thing she wanted was to get her nose bitten off by an irritated, pregnant Asla. She did realize that was going to make her an aunt though and thought thought made her grin a little wider.

Her ears perked when Asla questioned where she had been, giving a guess of her being in The Hallows. She nodded to confirm the guess as she got more comfortable on her stomach. "Yeah, I stayed for a while after Resin's funeral so I could stay with Artorias and make sure he was okay," she explained. "A while" was probably an understatement since her stay had stretched out into a couple weeks this time and she had been only been a short gap between her last trip and this one. Ever since their mother and brother's bodies were discovered she had ended up in The Hallows more often than not. At first it had been an escape to get away from their father while she worked through her fear, but eventually it had gotten to be more and more just a personal choice just to be with the Blue Boy.

Which kind of led her into why she was here in the first place. "So, Asla..." she began with a shy grin. Jeeze, how did she even begin? "So, I really like Artorias and he said he likes me too... aaaaand we miiiiight have kissed a bunch the last couple of times I visited him." It was so much easier explaining this to Asla than anyone else. Gods, she couldn't even imagine how their father would have reacted. Art already almost killed him once, she didn't need that happening again. She didn't realize just how innocent just kissing was, but that's what she was here for, right? "We've been snuggling and sleeping in the same room too," she admitted guiltily, her innocent turquoise gaze pleading with her to not tell their father or Art's mom. She enjoyed it all too much for that to get taken away.

"But, anyway, what I was wondering about was... like..." She grinned again and chuckled, her face flushing with embarrassment. "So when we're kissing I just get all... hot and tingly and stuff. One time I accidentally got my claws in his scruff cause I just... lost control I guess. Is that normal? What does that mean?"

Briar Fatalis